Story in the Sound: Where Hidden Things Take Root
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| The quiet whisper of the rain knows secrets the sun cannot show. A gentle grey day, a story in the sound. 🍃 |
A Story in the Sound
The island sighs a gentle, falling grey,
And hidden things take root inside the day.
For what the sun in brilliance cannot show,
The quiet whisper of the rain will know.
A Bloom of Inner Peace
The world outside is hushed, a soft retreat,
Where secret thoughts like silent flowers meet.
And from this pause, this tranquil, rainy art,
A fragile comfort blossoms in the heart.
The Unspoken Language
No need for words to name this gentle grace,
Or find a truth in some far, distant place.
This peace is born in every falling tear,
A sweet, unspoken comfort, held right here.

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